Probably because of the topic just now, there is always an awkward feeling in the air.
After the girl ate her share of sugar cake with milk tea, she slapped Mao Jianer, who was still sleeping, turned her head and said goodbye to the little uncle, saying that she was going to prepare something from the Hui nationality.
After the girl went out, the little uncle looked at the sugar cake left over, and a small bite of milk tea left.
He picked up the milk tea, lowered his eyes to wonder what he was thinking, and then he would gently sip it in the place where he had been drunk, as if covering her lip prints.
When Ji Chun saw it, he said slyly from the side, "I can't tell, this young guy is so angry."
Being hot does not refer to temper, but another aspect.
Gu Huaiyu also found it quite interesting. Compared to the Xuan Hua she saw in Dinghai Temple, there should be two people with different personalities, but they all looked like Mengsao.
"Boss Gu, shall we continue to watch it?" Ji Chun leaned in front of the remaining sugar cake, seeming to want to pick it up and eat it.
But unfortunately, his hand passed directly through the sugar cake.
Seeing that he couldn't get it, Ji Chun looked depressed.
"certainly."
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding figure was gradually covered by the thick fog as the girl walked away.
When the thick fog dissipated again, the scene in front of them changed.
The previous Tingyu pavilions are completely different, but a variety of bamboo huts, which look a bit elegant and interesting.
The young girl Xiaotian just put a big burden on the table, and the bamboo table shook a few moments, but fortunately, the bamboo table was also strong enough and quickly stabilized.
"I must be there to say anything. I'm not afraid that I will know the teacher and I won't want to come back. I really don't know what those old antiques are thinking." Xiaotian mumbled dissatisfiedly.
She unwrapped the baggage, and the contents of the baggage instantly scattered on the table because there was no support point.
Some small lanterns, bamboo dragonflies, and rattle gadgets ran out immediately, as if they were about to fall under the table. Fortunately, Xiaotian's movements were fast and he was stabilized in a blink of an eye.
She cherishly picked up those gadgets, and then threw the clothes left in her bag directly to the side.
Looking at the table full of gadgets, Xiaotian fiddled with it twice from time to time, and then sighed again, "I don't know what's going on with Uncle Xiaoshi now, is it the same as usual reading and drinking tea."
The more Xiaotian thought about it, the more irritable he became. Thinking of the name of the saint on his head, he felt very irritable.
Because of this name, the elders in the clan were unwilling to let her apprentice her teacher. If she hadn't resorted to crying, making troubles and hanging herself, and resisted by not eating for several days, they would probably still be unwilling.
"Xiaotian, are you back?!" A surprised voice suddenly sounded at the door, as if I couldn't believe what I saw was true.
Xiaotian turned around lazily. After seeing the person, he sat up straight, "Grandma Long."
She cried out obediently.
The woman stepped forward and pinched her face in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I tell you not to call me by that name? It's abruptly calling me old."
Xiaotian said with a straight face, "Grandpa Liang said, you can't mess up your seniority."
The woman sneered, "You listen to that dead old man. It doesn't matter if he is old. I'm still young. Don't call me that, otherwise you will ask me to pinch my face once."
Xiaotian rubbed his pinched face, and nodded with appreciation, "Okay, Long Nai...aunt."
Fortunately, Xiaotian changed her mouth in time. When the woman heard her name, she was ready to stretch her hand and pinch it again.
Aunt Long directly sat next to her, glanced at the things on the table and said nothing. She just spoke to Xiaotian in a calm tone, "After you come back this time, don’t come back again, regardless of the group. Don’t come back for whatever reason the old immortal tells you to come back."
Xiaotian wondered, "Why?"
There seemed to be something hidden in Aunt Long's eyes. She rubbed Xiaotian's head, "Listen to Aunt Long, don't ask so much."
Xiaotian nodded obediently, but his eyes rolled, seeming to be thinking about something.
When Xiaotian came back this time, it was actually just as a person with the title of a saint, sitting on a high place at the sacrifice, enjoying the worship and prayers from the tribe.
It was better than she thought, and she didn't do anything this time.
After three days in the clan, the ritual was over. According to the regulations, she was also free to move around.
Xiaotian was packing up his things and planned to go back to the master tomorrow.
As a result, at the next moment, the originally closed door was pushed open, and the footsteps of those who entered were also very nervous.
Xiaotian turned his head and saw that the person who came in was the strange aunt Long the day before yesterday.
Aunt Long seemed to hide something in her arms, and she looked a little nervous. She stepped forward and stuffed things into Xiaotian's hands, and said quickly to her.
"After you have packed everything up, you will leave overnight and never come back. This thing is the Gu King who is connected to you by blood. After leaving this time, no matter what excuses the people in the clan use, you will not come back. "
Xiaotian stupefied and took over the Gu King who was said to be connected to her bloodline, "Aunt Long, you know I don't practice these Gu." So there can be no Gu King who is connected to her bloodline.
Aunt Long's hand gripped her arm a little hard, and she spoke very quickly, "You believe me, Aunt Long won't lie to you, those people are secretly using you to practice..." At the end, she said. Did not finish.
"Practice what?"
Aunt Long shook his head and did not continue to speak, but kept repeating in her mouth, "You believe me, I will never lie to you."
Xiaotian looked down at the Gu King in his hand, "Okay, I believe you."
After hearing this, Aunt Long breathed a sigh of relief, "You leave the clan as soon as possible tonight, before they find out."
Without saying anything, Xiaotian picked up the almost packed luggage and planned to leave in the dark.
It's just that when she walked to the door of the room, she stopped suddenly, looked at Aunt Long behind her, and asked for a while, "Aunt Long, shall we see you again?!"
"If there is a chance." Aunt Long said vaguely.
Xiaotian pursed his lips, and finally left without looking back, carrying the Gu King that Aunt Long had stolen for her in his arms, which belonged to her.
She hurried on the road overnight, fearing that she would be caught on the way back.
Fortunately, she was vigilant, and she had encountered people who came out to look for her several times on the road, but she was careful to avoid them.
Knowing the shortcut, she went back to the mountain faster than those who came out to find her.
After returning, she begged her master, saying that she had caused some trouble in the clan, and the elders wanted to take her back and punish her.
Her master is a good master, knowing that she did not do the right thing, but still willing to cooperate with her, telling those who are looking for the mountain that she has not come back.